Phantom

A poem I wrote six years ago.

Don't steal my vision - as I try to look past you 

or say a soft word - as I try not to hear.

Don't nudge my hand as I slowly walk by you

don't spin your web - that pulls me near.

Don't creep through my brain at night.

Stop evading thoughts - that take over my soul.

Stop winning this emotional fight. 

It's too hard to breathe - when you're disguised as the wind

and leave me to gasp for air.

When I see the Masked Phantom - there is no escape 

this game you control is not fair.

Alice is lost - in your Wonderland

as you gulp down her last cup of tea.

And sneaks a peek under that mask you wear - 

only to see reflections of me.

Let your grip go, Mr. Phantom - let go

let the rabbits run free as before.

Just place your mask - on the shelf on the wall

as you mysteriously walk out my door. 

Reviews

[zainul]

Wonderfully rhymed piece.
Nicely depicted your efforts to evade the grip of Phantom who wants to take your physical and mental control.